Morning sickness

So I woke up this morning with a racing pulse. Seriously, it was like I was being chased by some malicious beast instead of lying in my bed. I was close to having a panic attack. I went, trembling, to my bathroom, feeling that maybe it was some sort of food poisoning and remembering how throwing up can do wonders in helping you feel better. I eventually succeeded, although I had to gag myself, and I started feeling better. I'm over it now, but I still don't know why it happened. That scares me. I mean, I'm used to mild stress and feelings of worthlessness mixed in with despair over a meaningless existence, but that has never caused my heart to race. I'm still thinking it's something I ate.

So, to sum up: the body is better now, but the mind and spirit are still a little messed up. Updates on that later.


Twilight out.